The Wallis Legacy--Garrison

It had been a month since I moved into my house.  'My house'.  I have to laugh at it because no one in their right mind would call it a house.  It's more like a shed with a microwave and a toilet.  I still sleep at the library either on the couch or in my sleeping bag.  One in a while I'll sleep at my shed, I mean house, in my sleeping bag.  But more times than not, I sleep at the library.  I didn't really meet anyone new while at home either, and my urge to see and talk to Garrison was growing stronger.  I had to see him. I missed him.

I didn't qualify for a scholarship, so I had to save about fifteen hundred dollars so I could go back to University.  It took about two months, but I was able to get just enough money to enroll back into University.  I knew once there, I could ask for more money since my grades are good.

This time around, I decided I would try a unisex dorm instead of the sorority.  I wasn't really feeling the sorority the last time I was here.  The other students seem to be really nice.  Much more friendly than the sorority girls.  

After getting approved for some more money, three thousand to be exact, I went back to the dorm.  There were a few new people arriving when I got back.  Damn, I forgot to pick my room. I just thought that when a girl came up to me and told me she reminded the others that there was another girl.  I got the room on the top floor.  It wasn't bad.  Queen size bed, fireplace, and a desk.  This room didn't have a connecting bathroom like the one I had in the sorority, but it was definitely larger than my previous room.

After surveying the room, I went back downstairs.  Everyone seemed to have left, possibly to the student meet and greet.  Then I saw one man through the window coming in to the house.  He looked like a professor.  I thought maybe he was an administrator coming to talk to me about some problem with my loan I was just granted.  He came in the front door and I braced myself for the worse.

"Hi Rebecca." He said.  He said it so causually, like he was one hundred percent I was Rebecca.  Of course I  was Rebecca, but how did he know that? 

"Hi?" I said cautiously. "Sorry, but how do you know me?"

He laughed a little.  "You don't recognize me?"

I looked at him sideways, "No, I'm sorry."
"It's me, Garrison".

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Oh my god!  Garrison!?  GARRISON! How had I not known it was him?  There was subtle differences and one obvious.  His glasses were gone, he had a light beard, and most importantly, he wasn't in the mascot suit.  But how did I not recognize his voice?  Was I so cautious about the man that had approached me that I didn't recognize it?  Yes, I believe so.

"Where are your glasses?  You mascot suit?"  I don't think I've ever seen him not in his costume.
"I have contacts and have been wearing them more and more lately.  As for the mascot, that was only during football season that I wore that.  I'm interning at the administrative office, so I didn't think it would be appropriate for me to be in the office in the mascot costume".
I gave him a "duh" look.  

I stared at him for a while.  After a few moments I started to see "him", even without the glasses and the costume.

Then without warning, I did something impulsive.